Page 6 of Accolon of Gaul : with other poems / by Madison J. Cawein.

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ACCOLON OF GAUL.
" He, coming th ther in that haunted place,
Stoops low to qe aff cool waters, when his face
Meets gurgling fairy faces in a ring
That jostle upward babbling; beckoning
Him deep to won'ders secret built of old
By some dim witch: 'A city walled with gold,
With beryl battlements and paved with pearls,
Slim, lambent towers wrought of foamy swirls
Of alabaster, and that witch to love,
More beautiful to love than queens above.'-
He pauses troubled, but a wizard power,
In all his bronzer harness that mad hour
Plunges him-wiither what if he should miss
Those cloudy beauties and that creature's kiss
Ah, Morgane, that same power Accolon
Saw potent in thine eyes and it hath drawn
Him deep to plunge-and to what breathless fate -
Bliss -which, tco true, he hath well quaffed of late!
But, there!--may come what stealthy-footed Death
With bony claws to clutch away his breath !
And make him loveless to those eyes, alas!-
Fain must I speak that vision; thus it was:
" In sleep one plucked me some warm fleurs-de-lis,
Larger than thos- of earth; and I might see
Their woolly golcl, loose, webby woven thro',-
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